I am 30 today. I have been waiting for today probably since I was 12. It feels good, it feels right, it feels about the same; in my mind, I've been 30 for the last 18 years.
Today is also bittersweet, as it will always be for me. Four years ago, my Mom spent this day taking her last breaths, fighting her final fight, and asking, in a pain-induced stupor for the time. Over and over, she asked: "what time is it?" The day was spent trying to relieve her pain and get her calm; she was no longer really there; but every few hours, a brief moment of clarity and the demand for the time.
At midnight, she asked once more for the time, and we, the Hospice nurses and myself, who had been trying desperately all day to give her comfort that could not be found, told her the day had passed- it was now the 21st. With that, she stopped fighting, she stopped asking, and in a matter of 30 minutes, my Mom finally went to sleep.
So you see, my birthday is both beautiful and horrible. Touching and gut-wrenching. I spent my last birthday with my Mom, watching her fight to live so she would not die until the day after my birthday.
I remember her gift every day of every year.
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